Not real she whispers

Love is like air to my life

It keeps me enlightened

A contentment flowing through my senses

At that given moment I cherish Love like life

For I know in this pleasure these minutes

May be the only feelings or love that may ever touch the Soul

In my existence of Love I must reach its climax of benefits.

It may never happens

But I know I am not Cupid or Romeo

And definitely not Venus......so I have to continually try.

In  every second I must conceive this Love

I much search to find its creation and essence  

Like a taste of the sweetest ....Sweet...Grandma's pie.

I am constantly Loving love.....the imagery plays

Without any missunderstanding

I must find it.